Sunday morning. As is, of course. Unless there’s something that just shouldn’t be in a photo, I usually leave things the way they are in real life.
Still feeling a bit under the weather, so I’ve been taking it easy, though I did rouse myself enough yesterday to finish the wood floor in the dollhouse. I haven’t checked on it today, so I’ll take a photo of it for tomorrow’s post. I have two heavy books sitting it to make sure it dries flat.
The two wind events we had earlier in the week have left a lot of the trees in the woods bare. Don took a walk the other day and was depressed by the lack of green. No green canopy, just downed leaves. He put so much work into those paths and the creation of another kind of world, an escape. Seeing it all laid bare was sad. I haven’t walked through the woods yet and now I’m deliberately holding off because I know I will also get depressed.
Too fast. This autumn is moving along much too quickly. In the meantime, we wait and wait to vote. We wait and wait for November 3rd. It’s too much. I don’t want the season to go too quickly but I want to vote and have the election over. I guess you can’t have it both ways.
We had a chat with Little Z yesterday, though he was restless and soon took off for other adventures. I did get to talk to my beloved sister, though. I miss her so much. We’d give anything to hug each other right now.
I’m on page 250 of a 900+ page book and I’m really enjoying it. Don bought 100 Years of Solitude yesterday and read a chunk of it outside on the funky patio. We both love magical realism and that book represents the pinnacle of the genre. For some reason – though I know I had a copy at one point – I’ve never read it. So it’s next on my TBR list.
Okay friends. I have to make our second cup of coffee.
Stay safe.
Happy Sunday.